Chapter 10

Joe was going to work at 4:30 am and it was still pitch dark outside. He was walking with his huge lunch box draped over his solid shoulder. He traveling down the same path that walked for as long, as he had worked at the nearby factory.

He hears a woman’s scream coming from a nearby alley.

Joe stops his walking and listens to see it was not just his imagination. He had once walked unto an orgy in an alley, because he heard a woman’s scream. So he wanted to be sure that was not the case, before he walked unto the scene.

He then heard men’s voices yell,”Shut up or we will kill you! Hoes need to do nothing, but moaning out of pleasure! Know your role and shut your mouth!”

Joe decided that it was truly time to act. He would not let anybody be harmed if he could help it. The huge man was the local hero in his neighborhood and he had earned that respect over the years, by helping all those he could in the ghetto from getting attack to simply helping them move around furniture. He felt that his huge body would be his gift to use to help others less fortunate than himself.

Joe lowers his deep freezer sized lunchbox and runs into the alley. He is appalled by what he sees.

Two thugs were mugging a woman in the attempt to assault her!

The two punks turned to see the mighty man and were taken back by his monolithic stature.

Joe had some serious street cred and rightfully so. This was due to his word being golden among the innocent of the nearby ghetto.

The man says,”Get your own, Mr. Big and leave us alone!”

The other thug laughed,”This &^%$# will be dead if you do her! Where is the money in that?”

Joe did not find any humor in the comment, nor did the victim ether.

The woman screamed,”Please mister help me! Do not let this happen to me!”

Joe nodded in agreement and begun to prepare for battle.

The two thugs were starting to sweat heavily by the thought of having to fight the tough Joe. The stories that followed around Joe were legendary in his ghetto, so the hood rats knew that they had to be extremely careful.

One of the two thugs yell,”Keep walking Big man! You didn’t see anything! Mind your own business!”

The two had stopped the mugging of their victim, but they had a good hold on her. The two thugs were both scared stiff less of the giant and it was obvious to all that was involved. But, the two thugs were still all too full of bravado. Gangs looked down on cowardice and punished all that did not properly represent their gang.

Joe spoke,”Let the woman go or else! This doesn’t have to become bloody!”

The two thugs forced a laugh as one of the thugs took sole control over the woman, while the other pulls out stacks of Rindats.

The remaining thugs throws the money at Joe’s chest.

“Here is stacks upon stacks so get lost, already,” boasted the thug.

The money bounces off the chest of Joe and lands at his feet.

Joe could not be bought off as he charges at the two thugs. He punches the thug who bribed him through a concrete wall. He was carefully to not kill or cripple the thug, but leave him useless for a few weeks.

The remaining thug grows afraid and fires six bullets into the chest of Joe before he had chance

to prepared himself.

Joe’s head tilted back behind his back a couple feet as he stood stationary.

The woman cries out of sheer horror of a man being punched through a brick wall. The sheer showing of Joe’s might caused her to grow afraid.

Then it finally comes to her, her only savior had been shot!

The woman cries,”Are you okay?”

The thug laughs at the woman’s comment.

But that laughter soon ended as Joe’s body stopped leaning back before his back hit the trash filled ground. He forces himself upright as nothing had happened. Joe then flexed the bullets out of his own chest.

The thug drops the gun to the ground out of everlasting terror.

The woman loses it too by the sight and stands still.

During the time Joe recovered himself, the thug put a knife to the woman’s throat.

Joe had stopped in his course, as he did not know what to do. If he messed up the victim would be killed. Joe would not let any innocent blood be spilled.

The thug yelled,”Stop, before I ki...”

The young woman had enough and grabbed a brick before the attacker had managed to come back to his senses. She had the arm holding the brick behind the attacker as she broke the brick over the back of the thug’s head.

The attacker lets go off his grip, as the lady runs away to safety.

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While the woman was attacking the thug, Joe saw a metal pallet to the side of him. He lifts up above his head with ease and prepares to throw it at the foe.

The victim was now safe distance, so Joe flung the pallet at the stunned thug. The blow sends the thug flying though the remains of the red bricked wall.

He runs over to the woman to see if she was okay but he did not received his expected reaction.

The woman jumps and slaps Joe right in his face. He was not harmed by the woman’s blow but was just surprised by her reaction. He did not expect her to run up and give him a kiss, but he was not

expecting a slap from her. The woman grabbed her hand and begins to blow on as a young child with a small cut.

She yells,”That hurts! I felt metal that was not as hard as that man’s cheek. What is he made of?”

Joe can not help, but break from his normal solemn face into that of a wicked smile.

Joe jested,”My Momma said that I was made of bones, flesh, and spirit.”

The young lady was surprised by the comment and looked up at the mountain of a man.

His normally fierce look was that of joy and gentleness. She looks into the man’s eyes and so no guile in them at all.

The woman put her good hand over her mouth in shock of what that see had done.

She speaks,”Oh, I am so sorry! You had saved me, but here I smacked you in the face.”

Joe laughs,”That is something that you need nor apologize for, since you have been through so much already this morning. Most people are scared of me at first due to my physique, so do not feel embarrassed because you are not the first one to do so.

The woman accepted the answer, but she could still feel her body pumping Adrenalin through her veins.

Joe finally looks at the body of the woman to see what she was wearing. Joe was in the heat of the moment, sees that she is about seven foot tall, and she a very curvy body type. Then he saw her ripped clothing and saw that she was half naked.

Joe takes off his pull over shirt and hands it over to the lady.

The woman was puzzled by the action of Joe, until she looks down at her body.

She gasps as she jerks the shirt out of the hand of her savior.

Joe was not used to see a lot of female nudity, since he was never been with a woman. Joe was

in his work pants and a stained wife beater, as he looked away from the scantily clad woman.

The young woman rushed to put the shirt on, but it fit her like it almost fit her as a dress.

Joe had his back turned to the dressing woman.

He asks,”Ma am, what is your name?”

Joe was rubbing the top of his shaved head out of nervousness. He had never had the time to deal with woman with age to having to work so young to support his aging Grandmother.

She says,”My name is Bertha.”

Joe begin to stutter,”Ohhh, thats nice. What a pretty name.”

Bertha spoke,”You always talk to people with your back turned to them?”

Joe jerked back a little bit.

Bertha spoke,”I am dressed now.”

Joe turned around to see a blushing Bertha.

Joe smiled to ease the tension.

The huge man spoke,”Do you have anywhere to go?”

The woman turned her face to the ground.

Joe spoke,”Oh, you don’t have any family? I will take you back to my neighborhood. Grandma

will find a place for you to stay at if you want.”

Bertha looked at Joe and was fighting the urge to cry.

Joe put his monstrous hand on her shoulder and said,”It is nothing, but my heavenly duty to offer you such a kindness.”

Bertha looked up into the eyes of the gentle giant and smiled back out of fierce gratitude.

Joe spoke,”Let me take you to my Grandma and see what she will you do for you. She will find a way to help you.”

The two walked out of the alley and Bertha was immediately taken back by what she saw.

Bertha spoke,”What is that?”

Joe looked puzzled at first.

He spoke,”That is just my lunch box for work.”

Bertha looked at the deep freezer sized lunch box with amazement.

She spoke,”No wonder you are so large!”

He spoke,”Well, I was seven foot tall at four years old.”

Bertha did a spit take at the statement.

All she could do was shake her head in disbelief.

Joe spoke,” Well jump on the lunchbox and we will go home.”

The would be victim jumped unto the lunchbox and it was pretty solid. She wondered to how much food was within in it. Joe picked up the lunchbox like it was a feather pillow.

Bertha was riding on the huge lunchbox high above the head of Joe.

He spoke,”You will not have to worry Bertha, Grandma will find a place for you to stay. You have no reason for you to worry, since you are an orphan no more.”

She was silent after Joe's statement, since she had no body after her family’s death.

The woman was speechless for several minutes.

Joe decided to not say any more, until the woman responded to him.

She thought back to before her family’s death.

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Bertha was walking home from work when she gets catcalled by some men in a car. She kept walking and didn’t pay the men any heed. She would not give the men any sick satisfaction.

They follow her all the way to her home, as she rushes inside her family’s home.

Her mother spoke,”What is wrong Bertha?”

She looked worried as she spoke,”Some gang members had followed me home!”

Her mother spoke,”What! Dad get in here!”

A forty something man comes in a hurry.

The man speaks,”What is wrong, honey?”

Mother spoke,”Some thugs had chased Bertha home!”

Father spoke,”Do not worry about it honey, I will do take care of it!”

He grabs a baseball bat and prepares to walk outside.

The father rushes out the front door and sees the gang bangers parked right in front of his home.

He knocks out both of the car’s headlights. The four men jumped out of the car and prepared to fight the worried father.

The thug closest to him gets hammered in the head by the father's baseball bat with a home run swing.

The other three thugs pulled out guns, as the men begin to empty her guns.

The thugs come back to their senses and see their fellow thug standing right in front of them. He was full of bullet holes as he drops to the ground dead revealing the father rushing over to driver’s side. The father pulled out a knife that he had taken from the man he used as a human shield.

Bertha’s father sliced the front of the driver’s throat as blood gushes from his neck. The thug tries to grab his throat as he falls to the ground.

The remaining two thugs finally comprehend to what had just happened and charge the father. They both stabbed the father repeatably.

The pair stopped the assault and head towards the front door of Bertha's house. The two men take turns shoulder tackling the door until it finally relents to the force.

The two men coming rushing the door and attack Bertha’s mother with their knives.

She falls to the ground soon, along her dead husband.

The two men ransack the house in the pursuit of Bertha.

They were going to take turns raping the woman, until they bored of her and then they would

do all the evil acts on her now, because they lost two of their fellow gang members.

The thugs could not find the young woman, so they run upstairs and wreck the top floor, until there is also only one room remaining.

It was Bertha’s bed room and the thugs kick at the door. But the door was propped up by a chair under the door.

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Inside the small bedroom, there was Bertha and her little brother, Jack were trying to climb out the second story window.

Bertha climbs,”I know it is a big fall, but we got to jump. They will kill us both!”

Jack gets his nerve and starts to jump out of the window when the two thugs bust through the bedroom door. One of the thugs throw a knife at the back of the boy and he falls out the window. Bertha jumps through the window head first and as she is able to land safely with a roll as she lands. But Jack was not as lucky since Bertha found that he had landed back first unto the knife, She tries to get the boy to respond, but she found out that he laid there motionless.

Bertha cried out,”Come on Jack, wake up!”

She shook the boy but he would not respond.

The two thugs were half out of the window, when Bertha looks up at the sight of the thugs.

The young woman knew that she could nothing for Jack, as she runs into the alley behind her home.

One of the thugs was trying to climb out the window, when the other thug stops him.

The thug asks,”Why are you stopping me?”

The rear thug smiled and spoke,”We will get the ho soon enough, so let us enjoy the chase. It will make breaking her all that much more fun.”

The other thug spoke,”You are so right! We will enjoy the fun!”

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She managed to stay one step of the duo for over one month of sheer hell and terror. The thugs wanted Bertha to give up the struggle and relent to their advances.

But she would not let the thugs make her their private sex toy. The woman had no place to lay her head, as she struggled to find food yet alone housing. No place was safe from the thugs, as they toyed with her and played with her like a kid plays with their prized toy.

This went on for a long time until Joe saved her this very morning.

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Bertha was crying when Joe pulls out a hanky out of his pants pocket and hands to her. She grabs it and cleans her face.

She says,”That you for helping me and offering me a home. This last month was so hard and I got so little sleep. I had lost everybody I knew as a family!”

Joe shakes his head and says,”You are an orphan no more, Bertha! You are now part of God’s family and you have family all over the world. You need not worry any more!”

Bertha smiled down at the gentle giant.

He walked back to his neighborhood and it is pretty bare since most of the people are ether at school or work. He started to walk toward his grandmother’s house where Joe and his grandma stayed at.

Joe speaks,”This my home and you can stay here or with one of the neighbors.”

He knocked on the door and said,”Grandma it is me, open up.”

Grandma had bad legs, so it took her while to get to the door and unlocked.

She sees her grandson holding his lunch with a strange young woman siting upon on it.

The old woman sees that Joe had given her his work shirt to wear and that the woman clothes

that were torn underneath the long shirt. The young woman’s clothes had been taken off by some unsavory character and that Joe must had intervened.

Grandma opened the door all the way and gestured the two to come inside. Joe sets the lunchbox in front of the normal sized door and Bertha walks into the home. Joe then shoves the huge lunch bag into the house.

The young woman was grabbed by the old woman, so she would not be crushed by Joe’s bag.

Finally, gets the bag into the room and then he struggles to enter the home himself. Grandma locks the front door after the pair and looks at the two with concern. She asks the pair what had happened.

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Grandma cries,”I am so sorry Bertha that went through all that, but you do not have to worry about being homeless. You can stay here in the spare bedroom next to mine. Please do not leave since the gang that attacked you two will want payback. Joe you must stay home too, because they will attack the neighborhood while you are way!”

Joe had never missed a day of work before, but he would not have a choice this day. He would not leave his family and friends alone to battle gang members.

Bertha breaks out into tears and falls unto her knees out of frustration and also exhaustion.

She speaks,”I am so sorry that I had brought all this trouble upon you two! You do not deserve...”

Joe cuts her off and says,” It was not your fault that those punks sinned! You are without fault in this matter. The great shadow wants to destroy your life and tell you that it was all your fault. It rains both on the just and the unjust.”

Grandma holds the woman and comforts the young woman.

Bertha says,”Thanks!”

Grandma smiled and spoke,”Let us find you some you clothing to wear. I think I got some tall

woman clothes that I had for somebody that never came for them.”

Grandma led the woman into a nearby bedroom.

Joe set down in a huge recliner and took a nap.

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About one hour went by and the two women had not returned yet. Joe was fast asleep in the chair snoring like a thunder storm.

The two woman finally returned with Bertha in a newly made blouse and a long dress down to her ankles.

Grandma said,” That she was sorry that she could not give Bertha a better outfit. She had not the fabric for the making of a new dress.

Bertha smiled and said,”That is okay since it is better that being nude.

Grandma threw the shirt of Joe at her grandson and Joe grabbed it while still sound asleep. Joe even put the shirt on and laid back in his chair asleep.

Bertha was picked up the old woman into a huge bear hug.

Joe spoke,”Bertha, becareful with Grandma her back is bad,”

The young woman gently put the old woman down when she gasped,”You faker! You been awake the whole time.”

Grandma smiled at the pair and asked,”Would you like some breakfast, Bertha?”

Her belly rumbles to the thought of a home made well since she had not had a good

meal in over a month.

Grandma and Joe laughed at the sound of the woman’s rumbling stomach.

Bertha responded,”Joe, you are drooling all over your chest.”

Joe looked down at his chest and tried the wipe up all the spit off his chest.

The two woman laughed at his attempt to act all nonchalant.

Joe spoke,”Where did that glass of water fall to? Help me find it.”

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Grandma cooks the trio a mighty breakfast with Bertha helping.

The whole dining room table was covered by food, as all of the open counters of the small kitchen Bertha was amazed at the amount of food that Joe could eat, since he ate more than twenty of the hungriest men that ever saw in your life.

Grandma said,”It surprised me too at first, honey. It goes straight to his muscles.”

Joe interjects,”I have got to keep myself from muscle wasting.”

Grandma laughs,”Boy, you are over one thousand pounds of granite. You need not worry about becoming skinny.”

Bertha spoke, Bullets bounce off his chest, like water off a duck’s back.

Grandma spoke,”I did see a hole in your shirts and did not think that it was gun fire! Let me check your wounds!”

Grandma was crying to here that her grandson was hurt again. Joe was a monster of a man, but she still thought of him like the little boy that she had helped raised.

The old woman was crying profusely, when saw the new scars on the portrait that was Joe scared filled torso. His torso was covered in bullet scars that he had collected over the last few years. He had knife scars along with scars from various other weapons.

Grandma saw that he had six new bullet scars from the battle with the two gangsters earlier today.

Joe had suffered only superficial damage from the bullets and only the top layer of skin had been damaged. He had suffered much pain while protecting those near him over the years, since he could not stop the wear and tear that he scars had brought upon him. It did not affect his functional prowess. In that way, Joe was normal as everybody else.

Bertha had not noticed the scars that showed while Joe was in his tank top, because she was still in fight or flight mode herself. She thought of Joe as a gentle giant that was unbelievable strong but never thought of him being able to receive damage.

Grandma begin to pray over Joe as she, Bertha cleaned up his new wounds, wrap up his torso up in dressing. Joe had learned that once Grandma saw that he was hurt even just a little bit that she would automatically treat his battle scars.

The young woman could not help but ask,”How many battles had you been in Joe to develop so many war wounds? I hate to see the other guys if you were the winner of all those battles.

Joe spoke gruffly,”It is nothing, since had not had to see the sight of my own blood. Nobody had pressed me to my limits!”

Bertha laughed,”Quit acting so macho! You are a human too.”

Grandma had a serious look on her normally gentle face. The young woman had thought that she had said something wrong.

Grandma spoke,”The boy was not joking, he is that strong. The boy does rarely boast his talents

and this time was no exception.”

Bertha's jaw dropped at the comment but she knew had to be true since Joe had been shot times in chest with little damage to the large man.

The three finished the meal and Joe went down to the basement to lift weights. The large man

had carved out of the ground underneath the house, while he was teenager. He would spend countless hours down there over the years lifting makeshift weights.

Back upstairs, the two women were talking.

Grandma spoke,”That boy feels so responsible for everybody. He has a super hero complex.”

Bertha spoke,”Why is that Grandma?”

Grandma started to get watery eyed.

Bertha spoke,”It is okay, you do not have to say if you do not want to. Tell me to shut up if you have to.”

Grandma the smiled and spoke,”It is alright child. This old woman is just being sentimental over times long since past. Would you help me with all the dishes and I will tell you the story.”

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Bertha smiled in response and they washed all the dishes. The pair each got a huge glass of iced sweet tea and sit down on a huge couch.

The old woman wiped the sweat off her wrinkled brow.

Grandma spoke,”It is a long story but I will try to be brief as much as I can. Joe’s parents were

murdered right in front of the two of us.”

Bertha gasped out in horror because she had gone through the same thing with her family. She begin to cry with alligator tears and the old woman prayed over the woman.

Peace came over the pair.

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The story went on to the aftermath of the murder of McDonald and Wendy, Joe’s parents.

The four year old boy had grown to the size of a seven foot tall body as he had just killed the gang bangers that murdered his family.

The boy was screaming with tears in his eyes as he flailed his arms uncontrollably. Joe was inconsolable.

Joe was running naked in the streets crying so much that his tears were running down his chest.

Grandma ran into the house and got a blanket to cover up the lad. She ran into the street and tried to ran

to the boy. Yet, it was not that easy to do.

The boy was flailing wildly and he accidentally hit his grandmother. She fell to the ground on the hard street.

She struggled to her feet and yelled,”Joe stop it!”

The boy stopped in his tracks and fell to his knees. Grandma cover with a blanket as he cries.

Joe boasts,”I will beat up anyone that hurts people, like the monsters had done harm to my mom and dad! No one will have to killed ever again!”

Grandma could nothing but cry for the boy’s loss and the burden he was putting upon his self. She put her arms and his neck in a tender hug.

Joe spent the next few years helping all those that were around him.

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Bertha cries at the story along with Grandma and they hug each other.

Joe spoke,”It was my cross to bear and I completely accept it.”

The large man was completely emotionless when he spoke. Joe had somehow sneak upon the duo which surprised the duo.

Joe and the others started to hear screams coming from outside.

The three all looked out the front room windows and they were shocked.

It was over one hundred well armed gangsters walking into the neighborhood.

Joe was standing in his front room flexing out his huge muscles in the attempt to get his body ready for combat that was soon to come.

Bertha cried out in horror,”We must leave now or we will be killed by those gangsters!”

Joe huffed out of outrage of what had just being said.

He spoke,”I am the protector of this neighborhood, so who will protect the neighbors if I tuck my tail between my legs and run? Well, who will, huh?”

Joe was very angry with his words at Bertha and she felt smaller than a fly after the exchange of words.

Grandma interjected,”Do not worry my child, since Joe is very mighty in physical strength. You

had seen just a little bit of it, so do not worry.”

Bertha’s face turned white as a ghost.

The young woman spoke,”But it is one hundred thugs! Nobody can do that!’

Grandma laughed.

She spoke,”It is not unheard before, since there was instances in the Good Book where one man killed eight hundred warriors with weapons, with another man with just the jawbone of donkey killed one thousand men! Joe is acting out on faith based on those two times where it had occurred before.

Joe jested,”It takes at least one hundred men to get me warmed up or my muscles will still

be cold!”

Grandma spoke,”There is no changing his mind, once he made it up no matter what we may do.

So just accept it and pray!”

The old woman begins to pray in a nearby chair. Joe exited the house, while Bertha locked the front door after him.

Bertha thought,”I know Joe is strong, but is he that fearsome?”

Joe walked out the door and down the front of his stoop unto the nearby street.

One of the many gangsters yelled,”We are going to kill you and everyone that you had ever known!”

Joe paid the thug no heed as he finished his preparation for the incoming war. He charged at the thugs and ran over the top of several of the thugs as a herd of deer running over the top of marshmallows.

It was that one sided.

Joe did a double clothesline to some more thugs as they were beheaded by the blows. Joe had, hated killing but this time he had no other choice if he was to save his family. His entire neighborhood was the man’s family no matter how they were as people. He loved them that dearly.

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Within just one minute, the entire group of one hundred thugs were laying dead on the blood covered ground.

Bertha had saw the entire fight and it caused to fall unto her knees.

She spoke,”How could someone be so strong? I am glad that he is on my side or I would not stand a second before his might!”

Nine hundred more thugs prepare to fight the hero, Joe and the man did not back down an inch.

Ki begins to forms around the massive man as he powers up considerable.

He will now fight seriously. The large man had not bluffed when he said that it took fighting one hundred men to just get him started.

One of the incoming gangsters yell,”He is going into his super mode, so be careful you guys!”

Another gangster yells,”This is not an anime, so do not fear this punk! It is at best crappy

web fiction, since he has no blonde hair!”

Joe destroys the thugs with just his aura and vaporizes the attackers into nothingness. He had successfully defeated one thousand thugs by himself, but he had little time to celebrate his victory.

Out of nowhere, a semi truck with a trailer behind it come storming into the neighborhood. It

parked right in front of Joe’s house with the side of the trailer facing Joe. The top of the trailer opened revealing three large gun turrets.

The gangsters used the three turrets to fire upon Joe.

Joe was being riddled with bullets, but he would not budge an inch. Bertha and Grandma was in the house behind him. He used his body as a shield to protect them from the incoming gun fire.

The gangsters fired all the bullets that they had but Joe was still standing with his arms stretched to his sides. He was covered in bullet wounds all over his body but not one bullet hole had entered the home behind him.

Even the thugs were amazed by the sight of the bloody Joe still being on his feet with an untouched house behind him.

Joe spoke while puking up blood,”You willl not winnnn here today!”

The remaining gang bangers all laughed at the bloodied Joe as they opened two huge crates that

were between the three turrets.

Joe was struggling to keep himself from hitting the ground dead.

The thugs pulled out Uzis from both crates and fired them at the already dying Joe.

Joe’s body was jerking wildly as the bullets dug into his already torn flesh, but he still would not let his home receive even one Bullet.

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, The thugs had fired all the guns that they had been able to gather. They were laughing the entire time but when they saw that they could not make Joe leave his stance then they become very silent.

The head gangsters spoke,”Do not be afraid because we had finally defeated our greatest foe here today! I had called everyone here to weaken Mr Big so that he could be killed with the special gun that I had ordered recently. It has erosion bullets that will rid us of this obstacle one and for all! These

bullets will destroy all traces of him, as if he was never been born!”

The remaining thugs all cheered with glee as Joe was shot right between his eyes with special made magnum bullet. Joe also got shot in the heart along more other shots in the chest.

Joe’s body was completely worn out so only six erosion bullets were need to eat at his wrecked body. The thugs all laughed as the body of Joe begun to erode into a pile of bones on the ground then into a pool of goop. Joe had been died a hero’s death but what will happen to the neighborhood now that he was gone?

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Bertha had watched Joe’s battle with the thugs until gunfire came into play. Bertha yanked

grandma out of her chair and unto the carpeted floor. She had no time to be gentle with the old woman since their very lives were in peril.

Once the gun fire had stopped finally, Bertha got the nerve to look out the window.

Joe was covered in his own blood and covered in bullet holes standing right in front of house.

He had taken all the blows himself to minimize damage to the house. Joe had died to protect Bertha and his Grandma!

Bertha screams out,”Joe is dead!”

Grandma got to her feet and saw her grandson being destroyed by the erosion bullets. The gang members were cheering at the sight of the fallen Joe.

Grandma had seen enough and she fainted.

Bertha tried to break the old woman’s fall as best as she could but Grandma was out cold from the shock of seeing her last living relative die before her very eyes.

The few remaining thugs begun to surround the home in the attempt to keep the two women inside from escaping.

Grandma had fainted due to the horror seeing her only grandchild being murdered in front of her very eyes.

Bertha yelled,”Grandma! Grandma! You have to get up so that we can escape! They are trying

to get in at us! We have got to leave!”

Nothing Bertha did awake the aged woman even with intense shaking. As this was going on, the thugs begun to hack at the humble home. Bertha knew that see could not leave Grandma behind and that she could not escape with Grandma on her back.

To Bertha’s horror, A huge thug of around eight foot tall and six hundred pounds comes busting through the front door. She was sitting on floor next to the old woman when she screamed out.

The thug shouted,”We are gonna rape you until ya break!”

The thug begins to walk slowly to the front door towards Bertha as the woman kicks at her would be attackers.

Out of nowhere, a huge black man cover head to toe in blood comes bursting through the front room wall. The man made Joe look like a midget since the naked man had to be at least fifteen foot tall and over fifteen hundred pounds.

The huge man punches the large thug into oblivion. Bertha and Grandma were covered in blood and gore. The young lady faints due to the shock of what she just saw.

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Joe had been blown into nothing but a gob of gore. The remaining thugs were laughing at the

sight of their long time foe.

The the gore begins to move around to the horror of the few thugs that were not trying to get in the house.

The sole thugs was terrified as the remains of Joe begun to return back to normal. Soon Joe’s body had been completely restored and begun to grow to a larger form than the ten foot Joe originally was. Aura covered the newly formed Joe.

The sole thug falls on his butt and wets himself out of fear.

The thug has a heart attack and dies due to the horror of what he had just seen.

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One right after another thug was killed after another until there was none left outside. Joe could hear a scream coming out of the front room. He burst through the side of the house like he was the kool aid man. He killed the thug inside and clean off to the women the best he could. He placed the pair on the bed in the spare bedroom, while he clean up the front room of the remains of the thug.

Joe had somehow managed to defeat the attacking gang members by his newly found power up. Even with all the violence that had occurred the police never show up that day or the next week for

that matter. Grandma asked Joe to stay home for a whole week, so that he could rest from his wounds.

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Finally, the nearest police station got in their swat uniforms and their best paddy wagons to deal with Joe. They all surrounded the house with guns ready to go. He walks through the brand new double

doors as the police back up at the sight of the twelve foot tall man. Joe walks down the steps as guns are placed at him.

Bertha yelled,”Do not shoot him or you will just make him mad!”

Joe grinned from ear to ear at the woman’s comment.

He spoke,”You all are a week late if you are after all the gangsters since they all had

unfortunate accident. It was such a shame.“

The police chief yelled,”Boys, lower your guns.”

The police officers did as they were told and they all lowered their guns away from Joe.

The police chief speaks,”I know that you had killed all the thugs in this area, so you will pay us

all the tribute that they had given us! If you do not...”

Joe smacked the chief’s teeth clean out of his mouth and the old man still luckily that he had his head still connected to his shoulders.

Joe spoke,”You all had got the shoe on the other foot, since I am the one who killed over one thousand gang members.”

The police all aim their guns at the giant as he laughs at them chillingly. The police were shaking in their boots.

Joe spoke,”Do it, I dare you!”

The officers all jumped into their paddy wagons with the unconscious police chief being carried along with them.

Joe had went to work after several weeks of being absent. He had little choice since he

had completely run out of money. He knew that he had a full check waiting for him back at the factory and he had to go to work to get it. He wondered if even had a job left for him, yet alone a check. He feared that he would be fired and his boss would tear up his paycheck right in front of him.

It was not like Joe to miss even one day of work, yet alone over one month of work. The only reason that he had stayed away so long was because he fear that his beloved neighborhood would be attacked in his absence. He did not know who would be behind the attack: do the gangs have any survivors or what about the police. Both groups had hated him with a passion as one would have for killing a rat that ate their last ounce of food. Both groups, Joe had humiliated all too well.

The neighbors did all they could to help Joe, his grandmother, and Bertha. The entire hood was

glad that finally someone had stood up to the corruption of the local gangbangers. They all had been far too fearful to stand up, instead they had just laid down and took it. The hood hated what was going on, but they would do nothing to get themselves out of this mess. They were already defeated in their troubled minds. It was sad that the hood took all the raping and pillaging, as a battered house wife would be get beaten by the evil husband.

Joe was not afraid of violence, since he feared only the one who could single handily destroy both the body and the soul. That power only God had possession of, since He and only He could send someone to a heaven or a hell. He had only a normal fourth grade education, but he knew the Good Word from cover to cover. The great shadow ruled by fear, but his day was coming any moment now. That much Joe knew from a young child sitting in Sunday school.

That night before Joe had went back to work was a church night. The church's pastor gave a powerful sermon on God's divine protection. It erased the fear of retaliation from all the church goers minds. Joe had all the men of the church lay hands on him and prayed, until they all danced in the Lord's spirit.

The church service had been a long one since it lasted to after midnight. One did not know where the preaching ended and the worship service begun. The spirit of God just moved that night and everyone had just made the decision to go with the flow, as they had done for many a night long since past.

Joe was confused to if he had needed to stay or go back to work the next day. He had finally received an answer from the Lord himself; "Go Joe, go!"

So, Joe had made the decision to walk by faith and trust in The Lord's decision. He felt the strength of the Lord upon him as it had been all so many a time in his countless battles.

Bertha was still suffering from the loss of her family, that had been murdered in front of her

eyes. Joe and his hood had cared for her like blood relatives or not even better. They gave her all that she had needed beside the fixing of her broken heart. She could had easily been a victim of rape by some lustful gang members. All this had come upon her because of some perverts' evil desires.

Bertha had not done nothing to deserve such abuse and to be victimized in such a way. Yet, she felt somewhat responsible for her kin folk's death. She had been suffering from survivor's guilt.

Why was her family slain and she was left virtually untouched?

It just did not make since to the young adult and it caused her to suffer from sleepless nights and frequent nightmares. She relived the day of the attack over and over in her mind, until it about drove her to insanity.

Some nights, alone in her room at night the great shadow would tell her,"Just kill yourself, it would make the pain go all away! You can be with your family again! Just do it! Do not wait another heart shattering minute! Go in the kitchen and slice your wrists with a butcher knife or how about overdosing on pills in the bathroom?"

Those ideas haunted Bertha's mind constantly she finally had a nervous breakdown at church that night and fell unto the floor bawling her tender eyes out.

Grandma and all the women in the church stopped what they were doing and gazed in utter amazement at the sorrow which Bertha was going through. They moved with a strong sense of compassion that transcended humanity's carnal nature and prayed over the young woman as they had never done before in their entire lives.

The church were praying over Bertha as the rest of the church started to pray for the troubled woman as well. They were asking God to intervene for this wonderful young lady that they had grown so fond of. Bertha could had sit at Joe's house and just allow herself to heal, but she could not sit idle for very long. She had helped Grandma with the house chores as well as helping the nearby neighbors,

as well.

Bertha had done errands for the less fortunate in the humble hood and even done babysitting as well. She would not accept any cash or other forms of payment. She felt it was her duty to help those that had helped through this hard time. A virtuous woman was said to be worth more than rubies.

Even without any repayment from Bertha, the feeble hood would pray for her just as hard. It was the Christian thing for the hood to do. This woman had lost all things, except the clothes on her back, which were nearly ripped off of her ebony flesh. Her family was gone and she was living with perfect strangers. Her whole life had been shaken up like an earthquake had hit it.

The great shadow liked to prey on the weak in a situation like what Bertha was suffering through. This great evil doer was in the life shattering business and too often he pulled his victims over to various vices, such as sex, drugs, liquor, etc,. Bertha had dodge the bullet that was prostitution by the grace of God.

People that suffer from abuse often turn to addiction as a way to escape the reality of the hell that they living every second of every day of their miserable lives. The great shadow blinds the minds of such tender people so that do not see the harm that they are doing to themselves.

Spirit filled churches like Joe went to, believed in the belief that spirits live around the various addictive objects as a means to enslave people into deep depressive states. People who are addicted thus have their lives controlled by evil spirits. This demons ruined the lives of those who are affected, so that they would die unsaved and go to a place called hell.

The great shadow wanted to have as many souls spend eternity with him in damnation. He knew

that he had been defeated by the creator long time ago before man was probably even formed by the hand of God.

Some churches did not believe in the Lord as did Joe and his grandma had believed. They had

sold the Lord out all too long ago. Some churches paid their pastors to just give lip service to the congregation. It was as the Scripture had said, they had itching ears that did not like the hard truth of God's word. These churches were just putting on a dog and pony show faker than any silicon breast implant.

These churches often paid the pastor and other ministers full time pay to just give them what they wanted. Being a paid full time minister is nothing wrong within itself, since it gives the called individual the chance to just focus on their ministry and on their families. A lot of layman preachers had to work full time hours, take care of their families, plus do God's work as well. It was often a hard life, but also hopefully a meaningful one as well.

Bertha was at a church with none of these proposed advantages but it only had the

anointing that only God could give. The church members were almost completely under the poverty line. So they had no choice but to depend on a God that could work on their behalf.

Joe was the only one in the church that could had classified as middle class within the church, but he never flaunted his wealth. The man gave ninety percent of his living to the church and those that needed to be cared for. The ghetto offered no retirement or 401 k plans, so the people worked until they were ether broken down to the point that working was impossible or they died at the job site. Either fate was an easy one to have to go through but the people did what they had to to survive.

Joe lived on only ten percent of his net pay, so he had to buy low grade food to be able to get enough calories to support his awesome muscle mass. He never once complained about the position that he was in, instead he felt that it was his God given duty to so. The Lord only required than one gave ten percent(or what they could best give) to the church so that the doors could stay open to the public.

Joe's local church all gave what they could financially, but most could only give a little or

nothing at all. Some had to help cook food for the pastor,r as a tithe or give of their time to the church.

This was all done so that the Lord's work could continue.

While working at the nearby factory, Joe had been paid for the work of twenty top end workers, nearly the entire time that he had worked there. He had done as he was told by the management there to keep it a close-lipped, and Joe had done just that. It was only known to Joe, management, Grandma and God himself. Joe was no braggart and was just a humble man, who wanted to help others less well off than him. He had helped others with more than money or what that the greenback could bring them. The large man gave of his time and his prayers to others. He had spent many a night in prayer with or for somebody. He felt that it was his God Given duty to do so.

The prayers that one brings to the Lord could be in effect, long after one's death. There is a spiritual realm that even the most spiritually discerned could only see glimpses into. That was why that intercessory prayer was so important for Christians to take part in.

Grandma and Joe had prayed and fasted over the well-being of Bertha. She was in a very weakened state at this time and was easy prey for the great shadow. The two also interceded for those who were also in danger like Bertha throughout the war torn Rindat.

Bertha had no blood relatives that she had known to be left in all of the land of Urano. the government had split up lower class families and forced them into separate ghettos more than one hundred years ago. The faction said that it was for the people's benefit that they do so, but it only helped the elite fill their pockets at a much quicker rate than before.

Most safety standards in the ghettos were now gone along with any potential benefits that could had better helped those that made the military industrial complex richer by the second.

Bertha and many others had family across the faction but so many years had transpired that

those family ties had been shattered beyond repair. The great shadow and his helpers had done this to

weaken the families so that they would be much easier to control.

All rebels were branded traitors and killed or imprisoned. Most of the people were lured into a mindset of complacency. The children of God were not fooled by this deception and fought against the best that they could.

Bertha had never really been raised up in anything, even resembling a half way decent church. So, her entire support unit had been completely eradicated quite literally. Bertha had been showed how to pray by the humble neighborhood, but she was a greenhorn when it come to subjects of the Lord and his kingdom.

Bertha was praying at the old wooden step leading up to the platform where the platform was on with Grandma sitting right next to her with her hand patting Bertha's back.

Grandma would had been kneeling as well as Bertha, but her knees were far too bad to allow her to do so. Bertha did as she was taught by Grandma and Joe as both as a sign of faith and obedience to those that were trying to do her well. Grandma was praying with Bertha with tears running down her wrinkled face when the old woman started to shake her head with bewilderment.

Grandma,"Baby, I know that you are hurting something fierce, because I can see the pain

oozing off of you like stink off a stunk. You have to got to let the pain all go or it will you kill you worse that those gangbangers had done to murder your folks!"

Bertha was taken back by the sudden change in Grandma's tone in her voice. The grandmother was so sweet and soft-spoken that the love radiating off the old woman could had been seen from space.

Grandma continued,"You had grieved for far too long you have to got to start letting it go. Just tell the Lord about it. He knows all about it already, but he just wants you to give it to him. That is all

he asks of us!"

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Bertha had told the Lord every problem that she had down to the common cold. She did not want to leave anything out, for fear of not receiving any deliverance.

Grandma spoke,"Now Baby, you got to ask God to forgive anything that you had done wrong. It is called repenting to the Lord and it helps get rid of anything that will get in the way of our prayers."

Bertha did as requested and dead to her flesh by repenting of her sins. He repented of all the

things she had ever done, even the things that she had never even remembered that she had done.

Grandma spoke,"Now, all you have to do is thank Him for doing the work and He will do it!

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A bit of time goes by and Bertha was starting to break through to touch God's Spirit and the woman folk around her start to jump and shout for Joy. They were praising God, so that they would invite the Holy Ghost upon the young woman And it did not take long for It to fall upon Bertha.

Bertha started to speak with stammering lips as she received the Spirit. The whole church leaped for joy when they heard the Holy Ghost take up residence with the young woman. She was just lost in the moment as she cried out in tongues.

Praying in tongues, as Bertha was doing was a genuine phenomenon that was out of practice(or never practiced at all). It was a scary thing to a lot of people since they had felt God in this way. There is a lot to obtain with receiving the spirit of the Lord within one's feeble flesh, since it leads us to all truths that we need to live our lives honestly before the Lord.

The men of the church had prayed over Joe as the strength of the Lord fell strong upon him, so hard that Joe had never felt stronger before in his entire lifespan.

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Bertha was slain in the Holy Ghost to the point, where Joe had carried her back in his right as a father held his baby while Grandma was sitting on his left forearm as a bench leaning against her grandson's muscled chest.

Grandma spoke,"That service was wonderful and I was glad that Bertha got the Holy Ghost. She needed it so bad after all her recent heartaches. I have just one problem though."

Joe spoke,"What is that?"

Grandma spoke,"I had to bring to bring a pillow to protect my rump from the hard seat."

Joe smiled.

He said,"The local doc says that I am under four percent body fat, despite eating all the supposed low quality eats!"

Grandma laughed,"Boy, there is no drop of a fat on you! You are built like a big black tank!"

Joe laughed to the comment and took Bertha to the neighbor's house where she had been staying. Joe put the woman to bed as one would care for a small child. Joe and Grandma then walked home and went right to sleep.

Joe knew that he needed to go to work early so that he could go pick up his paycheck. He also had to see if he had a job waiting for him. He had peace with it but it was still a moment of curiosity, since he did not know what was going to him or how he was going to support his grandmother if he had been fired. The family had no phone line or any of those in the local hood had one ether.

Joe entered one of the side door to the factory when one of his supervisors stopped in his tracks.

The supervisor speaks,"Joe, come with me. The boss wants to see you and see you right now."

The worker speaks,"Let me put my bag up and I will be right there."

The supervisor speaks,"No, we got to go now! He is waiting for you!"

Joe was led up to where one of the factory bosses were at. He walked in and saw a whole group sitting in the large office. It was the office of the man who wanted Joe to fight for a living. But he had four men with him, three of which Joe had never seen before. The fourth man, he knew all too well.

It was the local police chief that Joe had slapped after all the gangland slayings.

The supervisor speaks,"This is the worker that you had wanted boss!"

The boss was sitting at his metal desk leaned down upon it.

The factory boss spoke,"I would give you a seat but as you see I have none your size, so you will have to pardon me of not caring for my staff properly."

Joe could not help, but set out a smirk at the comment.

The supervisor speaks,"What are we gonna do with him, boss?"

The boss spoke,"That is none of your concern! Do you not have work to supervise? Shut the door on the way out and do not let the door knob hit you on the way out!"

The supervisor's jaw hit the floor out of sheer shock of what he had just been told. Yet, the man did as he was asked and went back down to the floor.

Joe cut the ice and said,"Gentlemen if I can be so bold, what is this party all about? I did not know that I was so popular."

All the men sitting down laughed, as Joe had told the best joke in the whole world.

Joe did not find it so funny as his facial expression of complete seriousness.

Joe spoke,"Do I look like a clown to you all? Am I here just for your amusement?"

The factory worker started to act like a clown while still in his work overalls. This time the onlooking men saw no humor in what Joe was doing. the room was so silent that you could hear a pin drop to the floor.

The twenty something factory boss stood up to his feet and said,"You are no clown, Mr. Joe. I meant no disrespect to you and your largeness."

Joe spoke,"Why have you all gather to see just little old me?"

The police chief had to bite his lip to keep from laughing at the joke.

Joe spoke,"I am here to pick up my check and to see if I have a job left here."

The boss spoke,"I have your check here on my desk in this envelope. But, your services here are no longer wanted, unfortunately. We all will miss you working here.

Joe looked concerned, but he was not surprised by the action since he had absent from work so long.

Joe spoke,"Boss, I can make up the work with overtime. It won't take me more than a few days and I will be caught back up."

The police chief spoke,"That will not be possible, since you are a dangerous individual to this city!"

Joe broke out hysterics with a deep belly laugh.

The police chief's face turned bright red as an apple, due to the insult by Joe.

Joe spoke,"You think that I am dangerous element in this city? What a joke you and the police force here in this trash pile of a city are! You had allowed the gangs to murder my parents right in front of own eyes. Then, they try to kill me and my disabled grandmother, that was forced to work until her body broke down, I transform into the man you see before you. Then and only then you get scared, just because somebody finally defended themselves. Was you mad that I didn’t just lay down and die like all the others?

Joe spat right in the police chief's face.

The whole room was totally shocked by Joe's actions.

Joe had just spit in the police chief's face to go along with the slap that Joe had given him less

than a week ago.

Joe spoke,"You are just a puppet ruler and nothing more!"

The chief wiped the spit off his face and just sat there, staring hatefully at Joe.

Joe spoke,"You did drugs and screwed whores paid for by the local gangs, while they raped and pillaged the land into oblivion. You are just trash, just pure and simple. I should have killed when you got your balls out of your madame's hand bag and showed up on my door step! The only reason that you are still alive is, because of Bertha and Grandma. They had seen far too much killing already in the last few weeks!

The police chief's face was white as a ghost and he was shaking like a leaf in a thunder-storm.

Joe spoke,"Chief, are you speechless or are you too stoned to care? Better yet, has the cum stench off your whores fried your brain?"

Joe then pointed at the chief's groin.

The chief had wet himself out of sheer fear, both due to Joe's potential assault upon him and secondly that his sins had found him out. The urine was running down the police chief's leg and unto the floor.

All the men jumped out of the trail of incoming urine.

Joe spoke,”You are a wimp, now clean up this mess before I mess you up, permanently!"

The chief tried to clean up the mess with his shoe, poorly. All of the other men looked upon the police chief with utter disdain. Joe wanted the chief to feel the humiliation that he had felt along with many others over the years.

Joe yell out at the local police chief,"You are so ungodly and nasty that it is unbelievable! Look

at the miserable state that you are in! You are not gonna clean up that mess with your shoe, so use your shirt. If you do not do it, I will make you clean it up with your tongue. Never mind, you might like that, since you are probably kinky that way.

The police chief slowly unbuttoned his shirt and cleaned up the mess with with shirt.

Joe spoke,"Now, put the shirt back on!"

The police chief spoke,"But it is filthy! I can’t wear that!"

Joe spoke,"But, you are more filthy than that pissed stained shirt! Now button it back up!"

The police chief cringed as he put the shirt back on and buttoned it back up.

Joe spoke,"Chief, if anything happens to my family or anyone I know gets harmed, I will kill

you and your entire police force! Do not try me and get out of here, before I change my mind!"

The police chief ran out of the room with his tail between his legs.

The remaining men stood speechless, before the mighty Joe for several minutes.

Joe spoke,"How long do I have to smell urine before I can leave?

The boss spoke,"Let us go to another office while sanitation cleans this room up.

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The remaining men left for the closest office and continued the meeting.

Joe spoke,"Now, gentlemen let us cut through the malarkey and jump to the heart of the matter. What is this meeting have to do with me?"

One of the mystery men spoke,"We are here to recruit you."

This surprised Joe to no end.

Joe spoke,"What are you talking about? You want to recruit me for what purpose? I am not working for organized crime! No way that I am going to do that!"

Another of the mysterious recruiters spoke,"I am a wrestling promoter, and my name is Vince. These two men beside me are promoters for mma and strength sports. We had been told of your exploits here by your boss."

Joe looked intently at the factory boss, while eagerly waiting for a response.

The boss spoke,"I did not believe it at first but when I saw how you put the police chief into fits of sheer horror, but the hype about you is all true! You had killed all the gang members in this city down to last man. You are Mr Big and you can’t be killed by even corrosive rounds! Joe your strength and toughness is already a legend among the Urano ghettos. People will come to fight you like a knight would be after a golden dragon to slay! You had worked hard your entire life, why do you want to earn Rindats for it!

Vince spoke,"Why do not want to wrestle for money, you have got the "It" factor! I will pay you good money to use you, along with these two fellows that I had come with today."

Joe spoke,"I am not some of meat that you can buy and sell! I am nobody's slave, nobody's!"

Joe was furious staring at the three promoters.

The boss spoke,"I was just looking out for you Joe, since you so good of a worker for me. They were going to send you to prison, but I suggested that you will better suit the community by going into sports. Why do you choose to be poor when you have all the tools to rise above all the hell that you and your family had been through?"

Joe stood there in total amazement of what he had just been told. All three picked up the briefcase that they had at their side and put it the office desk that the factory boss was sitting behind.

They unlocked the cases and opened it to Joe's bewilderment.

It was plumb full of Rindats (Urano money)!

Joe had never seen much money in all of his life, thus causing his eyes to about jump out of his skull. The promoters all had a poop eating grins on their wrinkled faces.

The boss spoke,"Why do not you not at least feel the money before you make your decision?"

Joe was trembling as he approached the money and picked some of it. He was both excited and scared, since he did known if should take the money or not.

The three promoters all shut the briefcase with all the money back inside. The cases were left unlocked as they handed Joe all the money in the three cases.

Vince speaks,"Why don't you take the money with you and see if it suits you! if you do not want to work for us then just return the money and keep whatever money that you had spent. If you want to accept our offer then keep the money as a signing bonus.

The boss stood up and put the check in one of his overall pockets.

The factory boss spoke,"Take the day and enjoy yourself for once. Comeback within the next couple days with your answer."

The mma promoter spoke,"My name is Dana and I am the nearby MMA promoter. Take your time, we will be waiting."

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Joe left the office with the money in one hand and left the over sized lunch pail in the break room. He then walked back home with the three briefcases in one hand. He had taken his time walking home, since he was still in doubt of what he should with the three briefcases of money. At least, that is what he thought he was doing. He arrived back in front of his home in less than thirty minutes. Fear had not been the factor to cause him to move faster this day, it was the need of advice that he had carried in his heart this very day. What would he do with life, after being offered a way out of the mere existence that he dredged through six days a week. The only reprieve is when he had been on church or at home.

Joe walked back into the house to see that Grandma and Bertha was cooking some sort of dinner for when Joe returned back home that night.

Joe spoke,"I am home Grandma!"

Grandma spoke,"Why are you doing back so soon? Were you not supposed to be working at the factory today?"

Joe spoke,"My boss gave me the day off!"

Bertha and the old woman stood there confused while looking at Joe.

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Joe explained to the two what had occurred back at the factory and the offers that had been given to him.

Grandma spoke,"You chased off the police chief and had three different sports promoters make you offers."

Joe opened all three briefcases on the kitchen tables, which caused the two women's jaws to drop. The three had never seen such a large sum of money in their entire lives, yet alone in one sitting.

Joe spoke,"The million Rindat question is: Do I take the money or not? Do I allow myself to work under these three men? I do not have the faintest clue to how I should respond."

Grandma was starting to get light-headed and had to sit down in one of the kitchen chairs for fear of falling.

Joe's grandmother begun to weep uncontrollable with here palm over her face.

Bertha asked,"Grandma, what is wrong? do you need something?"

Grandma looked up at the two with a huge smile, as if her tears had poured out of joy and not due to grief.

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Joe, Bertha, and Grandma decided to use some of the money that the promoters had given, to go out to lunch at the only local diner in the run down neighborhood. It was called Abby's steakhouse.

Joe ordered each of the steak meals plus also ate from the oriental style buffet.

Joe's appetite matched his massive size, thus the whole dinning room was starting at him with

utter amazement at all the food he was eating. He was not binge eating, but just storing up calories for when he decided to work again. Joe could fast for a month at a time while just drinking water and eating up his stored up calories.

Joe had finished eating, while the two women were just mid meal, when he saw someone he had seen before. He just could not pin it down and kept staring at the person with two others that he had just recently met.

It was the three sports promoters that wanted to sign him.

Joe's eyes grew wide as he seen a ghost.

Grandma picked up at the sight and asked,"What is wrong, Joe?"

Joe spoke,"It is the three men who made me the offer to work for them."

Bertha and Grandma both gasped.

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Grandma remembered the conversation that she had with her grandson early that same morning.

Grandma had cried out while being in Joe's arms.

She spoke,"Nothing is wrong baby, I am just happy that my prayers about you had been answered!'

Joe spoke,"So this is my way out of the low paying jobs and a chance at a better life. You had always told me that God made me into something special and I would get out of this ghetto. You always said that since Mom and..."

Joe started to fight back his tears as he held his grandmother in a gentle embrace.

Grandma spoke,"I know that you are still constantly haunted by your parents' murder but you do

not have suffer alone, baby. Bertha and I are here for you! Do not blame yourself over the fact that they died and you lived. You put yourself through so much out of guilt over something that you had no control over. You are trying to save everyone in place of Wendy and McDonald!"

Joe had not cried for himself since his parents but that changed after hearing his grandmother's declaration. He fell to his knees, completely by his grief that he had acquired over most of his life. He was shaking like a leaf in a wind tunnel.

Grandma held her only blood relative while still being on her feet.

Bertha was in complete loss at seeing Joe in such a state, since he knew how mighty of a man that he was. She finally understood that Joe bled like she did. She grabbed Joe's melon head and

forced him to look into her redden tear filled eyes.

Joe could see the love and compassion in her eyes. It pierced to his very soul, like a butcher ‘s knife through a slab of meat.

Bertha spoke,"You had saved me from a life of whoredom or even death. I will be your family from now on! I will follow your religion, bare your kids, clean your house, cook your meals, or whatever you want from me! If that will help fill the hole that is in your heart!

He kissed Bertha.

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Joe spoke,"Are you three guys following me?"

Vince spoke,"Yes and no, my young cadet."

Grandma spoke,"What do mean by that? You better not be a stalker or I will pray the ten plagues on you! He and Bertha are the only blood relatives that I have left! I will not lose anymore of my family in my natural life! I just will not have it!"

Vince spoke,"We mean no harm to Joe or the rest of your family. We are just trying to get a feel to how Joe is as a person. We are getting information from the community to how he lived and what kind of person that he is."

Bertha spoke,"Why do you want Joe that bad?"

The three promoters all broke out into laughter as Bertha had told the best joke ever.

Joe spoke,"Are you mocking us?"

The Strength sports promoter spoke,"I am Arnold the strength sports promoter. Are you three that nonchalant about the powers that Joe possesses? You personally killed all the thugs singlehandedly without no weapons. Plus, you put the fear of God in the local police chief to the point where he pissed his pants."

The three promoters all knew that Joe was the golden goose that could make them all rich.

Vince spoke,"If you know it or not, there is already a legend around you Joe. Why are you so resistant to get a better life than you ever could working here. Most people would kill for the offer

that you had been offered by us."

Grandma spoke,"Gentlemen, he is not like most men, since he just wants to help others. That is the calling from God that he had carried, since he was a little boy.”

The three men were all speechless about the utter resolve that Joe and his family had possessed.

Joe spoke,"What can you give me beyond what is simply materialistic in nature?"

Vince spoke,"We can give Grandma the surgeries and treatment that she has been desperately needed."

Joe spoke,"Are you trying to blackmailing into agreement?"

The wrestling promoter spoke,"No we are just trying to answer your question and nothing more.

Joe looked intently at his Grandmother.

Grandma spoke,"It is your choice baby."

Joe spoke,"Let me see the details of the contracts and I will sign."

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Joe would get 2.5 million each from both the mma and wrestling promoters, while another half million from the strength sports promoter. That was from just training for a year and he would be given more money once he starting to completing. He asked to not work on Sunday and it was fine with the

promoters.

Bertha's family was buried like royalty at the local cemetery and Joe would be given a proper education. He had many more french benefits that would given out later.

Mr Big was drafted before he could enter the pro wrestling Rindat roster. Billy was arrested for murder despite no evidence, and took a plea deal to accept the war draft. Bob and Pete were arrested for dealing drugs, but they took the same plea deal as Billy. All four men were drafted into a war they wanted nothing of.